Molly killed at the shred class. Her ass never looked better. Her abs rippled when she cocked a hip. Men in her class, and some women, came on to her. At 29, she knew she looked good. Still she was nervous. What was wrong between Harold and her? They had been married for seven years, both had successful careers, had good health, took annual vacations to exotic locations, and yet Harold never touched her any longer. He blamed the pressures of work, which had been on-going for the past eighteen months. And now, he had sprung the news that he had invited six of his bosses to their home for a corporate party on April 1. April Fool's Day.
Molly hoped he was joking, but he was serious. He volunteered to make all the arrangements, hire the caterers, hire a pianist to provide background music, and make sure everything was cleaned up. "And the bonus is that while we are away on our vacation, the corporation has agreed to redo our entire kitchen. All you have to do is show up on April 1 with your beautiful smile," he said, then ducked off to do more work.
Molly had been shy and retiring at college before they met. She had been encouraged by her friends to streak the library, to play strip poker, to skinny dip at the pond. She had always refused, although she was not adverse to watching. When she met Harold at a presentation on genetics, mathematics, and robotics, she knew he was the one. She wore a white lab coat, her usual attire nowadays, but he saw the real Molly behind that. They had a whirlwind courtship, and married the summer after college, both only 22.
Usually they vacationed in Paris, Moscow, Tel Aviv, and Istanbul, places grounded in scientific and genetic lore. Harold carried a notebook everywhere with him, always taking notes.
But the most recent proposed vacation shocked her. He arranged that they would spend a week on a warm Caribbean island that was clothing optional. The accommodations were luxurious and expensive. The clientele were young and adventurous, like themselves. Molly was happy she had trained especially hard at the gym, because she wanted to tempt Harold with her new, tiny thong bikini. When in Rome, right? She wanted to put some spark back into their love life.
Her ass improved until it was round and high. Her thighs were slim and firm. She suffered through a Brazilian wax and enjoyed the clean feeling of complete smoothness. Her breasts were small but firm, still perky. She packed few clothes, a negligee, her new barely-there bikini, and lots of tanning lotion. Based on the last vacation, she brought her new best friend, a small, vibrating egg. A girl has needs, after all.
Their fifth-floor room overlooked the white beach with purling waves whispering. From the balcony, they could see up and down the beach, and the pool, and the outdoor restaurant. Other rooms had the same view. She could exchange waves to her neighbors sitting on their own balconies, sipping neon-colored drinks.
The first day, Harold and Molly planned to walk the beach together. However, his phone rang and Harold was pulled into Zoom meetings, where he would be busy for at least the next four hours. Molly took a towel and a paperback and decided to explore the hotel and the beach.
She was pleased to see that even in shorts and a halter, she attracted attention from other guests. Usually, just a hello and a smile, but occasionally an overly friendly arm on her shoulder, and in one case, a sharp pinch on her taut, inviting rear.
She stopped back in the room to bring Harold some lunch. They ate it together, while he was still on the phone and making his notes. "I hate your notes, darling," she said.
Harold shrugged with a sheepish grin. "My notes pay for this beautiful vacation."
They ate lunch. Harold was distracted. Molly watched island TV until she could no longer stand it. "Do you mind if I go to the pool to wait for your?"
Harold waved her goodbye.
She took a deep breath and changed into the tiny bikini. She blushed at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was so white! Her ass was so exposed! There was a large mole on the inside of her left breast, reminding her that she was not perfect. Her bra easily hid her imperfection and contained her breasts, which mounded nicely around the triangular fabric. She draped a towel around her hips. She hoped Harold would notice her before she left.
He didn't.
After claiming her beach spot and spreading her towel, she spent the afternoon walking leisurely on the beach in her small bikini. She dragged her toes through the water as she walked to the far end of the beach, then turned to walk back.
The white beach gleamed in the sun. She stopped periodically to apply sunscreen. Beachgoers were in small clumps along the strip. Like her, most were still gathering their courage and wore a bathing suit. As she returned, she noticed that more than half of the women were topless, sunbathing and frolicking in the azure waves. One woman and her partner were totally nude, laughing as they tossed a beach ball high overhead.
She envied them.
Molly returned to her spread towel and reapplied sun screen. A quick text to Harold confirmed he was still busy. She lay on her front. The hot sun picked small points on her skin, not uncomfortably. She might risk going topless, if no one made a deal about it. She snuck a peak around her. No one really cared what she did, still she didn't feel comfortable exposing herself without Harold around. As it was, men still smiled at her, testing her availability. She didn't encourage them, and she didn't loosen her top. She was married to Harold. Unfortunately, he didn't appreciate her.
What was Harold's problem?
That night, Harold and Molly ate a fine dinner of seafood, vegetables, and fruit. They drank a little more than they should have. After dinner, they walked on the beach and watched the sun set. He kept his notebook at his side, but didn't open it the entire time they were together. Molly felt she was making progress.
The evening was warm. Molly tasted the salt on the breeze. The scent of tropical flowers suffused the air. They kissed and walked hand in hand to their room.
Molly took a quick shower and admired her sleek look in the mirror. She decided to come naked to bed. Harold was already under the sheets and had his notebook in hand. The only light was on the notebook. She was masked in shadow.
"You like?" she asked.
"You always look beautiful," he said, without looking up.
Molly slid open the door to the balcony. The resort was lit like a fairy castle, with delicate lights twinkling. She stepped out onto the balcony and took a deep breath. She looked at the other balconies.
She was not alone.
Couples in various stages of undress and engaged in the preliminaries to sex were hanging from every balcony. Always couples! Then she saw a few men alone, taking in the free sex shows on the balcony. When they saw her, they raised their drinks in salute.
A thrill coursed through her. She didn't feel threatened, even though she was completely exposed. It occurred to her that she had missed a lot of exciting adventures by not streaking the library, going skinny dipping, or playing strip poker. She smiled back at the men, and stretched with her hands behing her head. Both tits elevated nicely, her nipples aimed at the moon. One of the gawkers dropped his drink when she reached the apex of her stretch.
"Honey," she called. "Come out on the balcony. It's beautiful out here."
The only answer was a rumbling snore. Molly couldn't believe it. She charged back into the room, ready to jump onto Harold. Instead, she paused. He looked so relaxed, under the white sheets, breathing deeply. She hadn't realized the strains he was under at work, and how much he really needed this vacation.
